come, look
see painted walls
see crime
see heart
see the last light fall
on abandoned halls
hear the running still
of a silvery river
through slivers
of a stricken city
time rushed away
run your fingers
up the rusted rails
flanking gate and chain
and with the same disdain
they show you
climb steady
taste the silt
stand
with wilted pillars
drunk on verdant shores
breathe a new sound
feel the stifled air
of a cloudless night
languish in your lungs
come, look
fresh walls to paint